Short Kill Off Poems
Short Kill Off Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Kill Off by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Kill Off by length and keyword.
Dragon slayers, hypocrites;
Have no clue that they kill off
A part of themselves when they,
Are slaying dragons.
I’m appalled at Trumpty the Potus
His Dettol cure just doesn’t float us
Best to keep his gob shut
(Think his brain is kaput)
He’s trying to kill off ‘dem’ voters
04/26/20
god's promise is
he will be back to combine heaven and earth
and he will be the first
to make this work
he will comb back to kill off Satan
and then the world will be the best place to be
by James christian
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God's promise is
he will be back to combine heaven and earth
and he will be the first
to make this work
he will comb back to kill off Satan
and then the world will be the best place to be
by James christian
Stop trying to be a poet,
and say what you feel
Kill off the dilettante,
both hands on the wheel
In front of the mirror,
we all wear a crown
Will your verses be written
—by a sage or a clown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Stop trying to be a poet,
and say what you feel
Kill off the dilettante
both hands on the wheel
In front of the mirror,
we all wear a crown
Are your verses to be written
—by a sage or a clown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
wind blast cold to bone
plants, animals frozen stiff
dead winter kill off
Written By: Carol Brown
Written on: 12/13/2011
Written for the: " Dead Winter Contest"
Sponsored by: Sidney~LeeAnn
4th Place Winner
PREDATOR EAST WIND
Her skeletal penetrating fingers
Find a cold way into the least crack with ease.
Burst pipes with sorcerous wand.
Silently freeze the pond
With her sly icy feast of water.
Will kill off last year’s life; can
Pry the warm flesh off old autumn
Leaves - only cold bones.
I caught the Muse having an affair….
with my banished and cursed darker side
I could hear them laughing inside me,
such lovemaking I cannot abide
A tryst most unwelcome though familiar,
my dreams left abandoned of sleep
To kill off the one, I must kill off the other
—alone in the night where I bleed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)
My bloody valentine,
Sweet, deadly valentine,
You make me smile in that dress.
Your looks are cold as ice;
Demeanor, not so nice,
Yet you're my favorite torturess.
Is your figure without fault?
In my wounds, you pour the salt,
But you know that by default
I’ll say yes.
So kill off all humankind;
If you don’t leave me, I won’t mind.
Stay, little valentine, stay,
Or I’ll die when you go away.
my voice quakes with the gnashing of teeth, my breath sulfur and firey embers.
beneath the weight of my powerful paws, the entire solar system strains and bruises.
i shake with the force of a mighty wind, my ropes of fur spreading out and latching onto the plantation of the worlds on which i stand.
and they constrict, and they choke out, and they kill off.
i plague the system.
my essence is satisfied; the purpose of my being.
All flowers have feelings
In actual fact
It takes lots of loving
To keep them intact
They need looking after
With blood sweat and toil
And water and feeding
Improving the soil
Keep out the weeds
That will want to attack
Kill off the flies
Either white or the black
Talk to them daily
Play them some sounds
See them improve
Both in leaps and in bounds
Be kind to your flowers
Try not to neglect
Be nice to your flowers
And you’ll gain their respect
A Horse, A Horse, Of Course, Of Course
For horses, horse flies,
For humans, shame,
But horses don't kill off
The halt and the lame.
It's apples and oranges.
My, what a surprise.
Horses don't deal in
Deception ... and lies.
Just stop and think.
A no-brainer ... of course.
To have a clear conscience,
One needs be a horse.
from a poem by Jane Hirshfield
I have permission to use the phrase from her poem, and she signed the original of this poem, which I still have.